Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 305. The cold light of the Miao sword pierces the netherworld, and the golden light of a hundred victories suppresses the south of the Yangtze River.

Facing the iron shield of the Western Region warrior, Yang Feng roared and slashed diagonally at the edge of the shield with his blade. The fierce internal energy of the "Mountain-Splitting Blade Technique" ultimate skill, "Mountain-Moving Slash," flowed into the blade, causing the iron shield to shatter violently. The flying fragments shot towards the surrounding enemies like hidden weapons.

Before the other party could react, he had already pounced on him, his blade sweeping across, cleaving the shield-bearer and shield in two, the warm blood raining down on his blue-faced, fanged mask.

Qi Meizhen lightly touched the eaves with her toes, and the Cold Moon Blade drew a half-circle of blue light. Wherever the blade passed, the curved swords of the Western Region disciples were shattered. She used the ultimate move "Moon Reflected in the Cold Pool" from the "Seventeen Forms of Miao Blade Armor Breaking," the blade grazing the enemy's throat, leaving a thin line of blood on the skin.

The bandits reached out to cover it, but the blood gushing from between their fingers shot up like a fountain.

Shi Feiyang stood atop the ice peak in the center of the Sword Pool, his black martial arts attire fluttering in the night wind.

The golden blade light in his palm flickered erratically, each swing of his hand carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

The elder from the Western Regions had barely rang half a note when it was shattered by an invisible palm strike, and the copper fragments pierced the face of the disciple behind him like flying knives.

Then, Shi Feiyang used the "Intercepting the River" move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique". The qi blade condensed on the edge of his palm sliced ​​through the enemy group, and the weapons of dozens of Western Region disciples broke one after another. Then, their chests collapsed, and they fell to the ground, spitting out blood.

The moon was high in the sky, and the Three Talents Formation of the Western Regions was already shattered. Amidst the scattered limbs, the last demon bandit stubbornly resisted, holding up a broken sword.

Qi Meizhen sneered, and the Cold Moon Blade flew out of her hand, its blade spinning and slicing through the night sky before accurately piercing the man's throat.

The demon bandit made a "clucking" sound in his throat, his hands futilely gripping the hilt of the knife, and finally plunged into the blood-filled pool of sword water, splashing up a large amount of blood.

At this moment, the sword pool was blocked by corpses, and blood overflowed the stone steps, slowly flowing along the cliff carvings of "Wind Ravine Cloud Spring".

Dark red ice crystals condensed on the needles of the ancient pine tree, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

Shi Feiyang withdrew his palm and stood still. The golden blade light around him gradually dissipated. Although his black martial arts outfit was not stained with blood, it faintly exuded a chilling aura.

Qi Meizhen walked over the broken corpses scattered on the ground, the blade of the Cold Moon Blade still dripping blood.

She looked up at Shi Feiyang, a smile blooming on her blood-stained face: "Husband, I knew you would come."

Though the voice was soft, it conveyed the joy of surviving a disaster.

Shi Feiyang leaped down the ice peak and reached out to wipe away the congealed scabs on her cheek.

He ran his fingertips across the blood-stained gold helmet and red tassel, looked at the battlefield strewn with corpses, and said in a booming voice, "Anyone who dares to offend my Jiangnan Canal Gang, even with a thousand troops, I, Shi Feiyang, will make sure they never return!"

The sound startled the night owls in the cold pool, and the flapping of their wings, mixed with the lingering smell of blood, echoed for a long time in the valley.

The waning moon hung above the Tiger Hill Sword Pool, casting a layer of cold silver over the scattered limbs and shadows on the ground.

Qi Meizhen's Cold Moon Blade fell onto the bluestone, and the blood beads seeping from the gaps in her chainmail slowly fell into the scarlet pool water along the patterns on the armor plates.

Three thousand members of the Cao Gang stood with their swords drawn, the ice crystals and blood scabs on their blades gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

Suddenly, a gray shadow broke through the night, and the carrier pigeon fluttered down onto Shi Xiong's shoulder, the frost and snow from the frontier falling from its tail feathers.

Shi Xiong's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his fingertips trembled slightly as he unfolded the yellowed paper strip: "Young Master..." He lowered his voice, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the ground, "The wolf head totem of the Lindan tribe has fallen, I'm afraid..."

Before the words were even finished, the air, thick with the stench of blood and the chill of the air, suddenly froze.

Qi Meizhen's chainmail rose and fell with her rapid breathing, Jin Liufu froze in place, gripping the blood-dripping Bagua Golden Knife, and Jiang Huotian slammed his bamboo pole heavily into the ground, causing the accumulated snow to fall like shattered jade.

Lu Dechu's bronze gourd jingled as it shook, and the color drained from his round, fat face. "Chief! The Lin Dan tribe has sworn a blood oath with us; we absolutely cannot stand idly by!" "Those Tartars are going too far!"

Jiang Huotian's bamboo pole sparked as it struck the bluestone. "Gather the men and charge out tonight!" the disciples shouted in unison. The glint of swords and the shadows of blades swayed in the night, as if trying to stir up the bloody waves of the sword pool.

Shi Feiyang suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the surrounding area and startling several night owls in the icy pool. He reached into the deerskin pouch at his waist, and his fingertips pulled out three ancient-looking wine jars. The silver needles wrapped around the surface of the wine jars were still stained with the black blood of the Western Regions' poisonous dragon, gleaming eerily blue in the moonlight.

"Even in this urgent situation, we must give our brothers a breather!" He lightly flicked the seal of the wine flask, and the rich aroma of the wine mixed with the stench of blood filled the air. "Come! Let's drink this jar of 'Drunken Jianghu' first. Tomorrow at dawn, Shi Xiong and I will head north! To fight the Khorchin tribe, I alone am enough! Why do we need thousands of troops!"

Jin Liufu was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter and took the wine bag: "Good! The Grand Master is indeed generous!"

He tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of liquor, which mixed with blood and dripped down his bushy beard, spreading dark red spots on the snow.

Gongsun Ren smiled sinisterly, his sleeve flicking like a snake's tongue over the wine flask: "The burning sensation of this strong liquor is quite fitting for tonight's bloody battle."

Lu De, however, clutched the wine sack to his chest, his round eyes bloodshot: "The Grand Master has risked his life all by himself, and I, Old Lu, am the first to object!"

He gulped down a mouthful of strong liquor, his Adam's apple bobbing as he wiped the liquor stains from the corner of his mouth with his rough cloth sleeve. "Back then, Lin Dan's general, Princess Gugra, betrothed to you. Now that they are in trouble, even if it costs me my life, I will go with you!"

Shi Feiyang's gaze swept over the blood-stained faces of the crowd, finally settling on Qi Meizhen's pale lips. She bent down to pick up the Cold Moon Blade, its blade reflecting the moonlight, sharpening the worry in her eyes: "Husband, the thirty thousand brothers of the Canal Gang will go with you."

She paused, the blood seeping from beneath her chainmail staining another nail plate red. "Princess Gugra waited for you on the grasslands for two years. It's time to repay that debt of gratitude."

As night deepened, the aroma of wine mingled with the stench of blood at the Sword Pool.

Shi Feiyang raised his wine flask to the crowd: "Tomorrow we will depart, some dying on the battlefield, others staining the yellow sands with blood. But the brothers of the Xiong Ying Society, if we live, we will drink strong liquor standing up; if we die, we will fall on the road of charge! However, protecting the Canal Gang is even more important. The Embroidered Uniform Guard will not let us off easily. If you stay in Jiangnan, you will be constantly licking blood from the edge of a knife. Alright, that's enough. It's still a bitterly cold winter on the grasslands. We are from Jiangnan, and not everyone can adapt to the northern weather. Take my advice, everyone stay in Jiangnan and protect our livelihood."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank it all down. The wine mixed with blood dripped down his chin, staining his dark black outfit with a large patch of dark red.

Once the reasoning was explained, the disciples responded enthusiastically. The clinking of wine sacks mingled with the sounds of clashing swords and spears, startling the snow in the distant mountains and forests into falling.

As night deepened, the headquarters of the Canal Gang remained brightly lit. The aroma of roasted whole lamb mingled with the scent of wine, wafting far and wide. Wounded brothers bandaged each other's wounds, laughter mingling with cries of pain. Shi Feiyang, his arm around Qi Meizhen's waist, watched his men clinking glasses and exchanging toasts.

After several rounds of drinks, Shi Feiyang suddenly stood up and leaped onto the high platform. Moonlight shone on his blood-stained black outfit, making him look like a war god descending to earth: "Brothers! Today we have dealt a heavy blow to these Western Region scoundrels, upholding the prestige of the Xiong Ying Society! From now on, if anyone dares to offend my brothers, they will pay for their crimes in blood!"

"A blood debt must be repaid in blood!" The shouts were like thunder, causing the snow on the eaves to fall.

In this night, where blood and the aroma of wine mingled, everyone seemed to foresee the impending bloodshed, yet not one of them flinched.

Because they knew that as long as Shi Feiyang was there, there was no difficulty they couldn't overcome, and no territory they couldn't defend.

At 3:45 AM, the bluestone slabs of the Caobang drill ground were still covered with night dew.

Qi Meizhen was dressed in a plain white fox fur coat. Her young son, Shi Muyuan, was clutching the silver hairpin in her hair with his chubby little hands, while her eldest son, Shi Huaien, was clutching his father's clothes with his eyes red from crying.

Shi Feiyang's black cloak fluttered in the wind, and as he channeled his Mingyu Gong, he shattered the falling snowflakes into tiny ice crystals.

"Mu Yuan, be good, let Uncle Jin hold you." Jin Liufu's towering figure pushed through the crowd, his rough hands gently taking the child in his arms, his stubble making Shi Mu Yuan giggle. Yang Feng knelt on one knee, took the jade-inlaid dagger from his waist and handed it to Shi Huai'en: "Young Master Huai'en, keep this safe. This dagger has beheaded pirates before, and it's guaranteed to scare away the wolves of the grasslands."

Qi Meizhen's fingertips trembled as she smoothed out the wrinkles in her husband's clothes, and she cautioned, "The white-haired winds of the north always seep into the bones, this soft armor..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang had already grabbed her wrist, the warmth of his palm seeping through her clothes: "Have you forgotten? Back in Changbai Mountain, didn't we chase the Tartars for three days and three nights in a blizzard?"

Banners fluttered in the air at the drill ground, and the armor of 30,000 cavalrymen shone in the rising sun.

Shi Xiong gripped the White Rainbow Sword tightly, then suddenly pointed to the horizon and exclaimed, "Young Master, look!"

To the northwest, the clouds surged, and beneath the leaden-gray cloud curtain, it seemed as if ten thousand horses were galloping, swirling snowflakes like a sandstorm.

Shi Feiyang slowly released Qi Meizhen's blood-stained hand, his fingertips gently stroking the thin calluses on her palm from gripping the knife.

The bloody wind by the Sword Pool whipped up her loose hair and made the blood crusts on her golden helmet tremble slightly.

“Madam,” his voice was deep and firm as he looked at the figures of the canal gang disciples cleaning up the ruins in the distance, “the wives, children, and elderly of hundreds of thousands of brothers in the Jiangnan canal gang all rest on your shoulders. This heavy burden is now entrusted to you.”

Qi Meizhen looked up, the moonlight reflecting off the tears that hadn't yet fallen from the corners of her eyes, making the bloodstains on her golden chainmail gleam. She gently bit her lower lip, afraid that speaking would reveal the worry in her heart. In the end, she only nodded silently, her fingers clenching the hilt of the Cold Moon Blade in her palm, leaving deep imprints.

Shi Feiyang bent down and picked up Shi Xiong, the boy's white rainbow sword still trembling slightly in its sheath.

He lightly touched the broken eaves with his toes, his black outfit billowing like sails, as he displayed the unparalleled lightness skill of "leaving no trace for a thousand miles".

Each step shattered the air, as if ripples spread across the void.

Its form grew fainter and fainter until it merged into the night mist, leaving only a trail of faint footprints on the snow, which were quickly covered by fresh snow.

Qi Meizhen stood there for a long time, gazing in the direction her husband had disappeared.

The blood in the Sword Pool continues to flow, making the four characters "Feng He Yun Quan" (Wind, Ravine, Cloud, Spring) carved on the cliff a thousand years ago appear even more grotesque.

She gripped her Cold Moon Blade tightly and said in a deep voice to the assembled members of the Jiangnan Canal Gang, "Reorganize the gang's affairs and repair the city. When the Grand Master returns, we will make sure the Jiangnan Canal Gang is even stronger than before!"

In the cold wind, her blood-stained figure and the swaying Miao sword formation stood like an immortal monument, silently watching over this blood-soaked martial world.

Inside the Khorchin royal tent, the animal-horn lamps flickered dimly. The tribal chief, Keerza, smashed his gilded wine cup, the wine splashing onto the turquoise hilt of his knife, like the weeping blood of the setting sun.

"Lin Dan's old thief Dang Xin is terminally ill; this is a golden opportunity!" He gripped his curved sword with his eagle-claw-like hand, half of the blade drawn from its sheath, reflecting the burning greed in Wen Hunnie's eyes like wolf fire. "Wen Hunnie, lead five thousand iron cavalry to raze Snow Wolf Fortress to the ground, leaving not a single piece of armor!"

Outside the tent, the wolves howled in response, as if setting the stage for the slaughter.

Deep in the snowfield, Princess Gugra, with her stirrups on and bow drawn, rode in a moon-white tuxedo, like a blue lotus in the snow.

An arrow pierced the sky, startling crows, only to be cut off by the rapid sound of horses' hooves.

The guards dismounted, the carrier pigeon in their hands its neck stained with blood, its wings still trembling: "Princess! Snow Wolf Fortress is engulfed in flames!" The north wind whipped up snow in her face, but she was oblivious. The cries of her young child in her arms brought out the worries in her heart—Shi Feiyang's parting words, "Wait for me," now turned into a spark in her eyes.

A short blade sliced ​​through his palm, blood droplets falling from the bowstring and freezing into ice. "Pass on my command! Sisters, don your armor! Those who offend Lindan will be sacrificed to the snowfields!" His clear shout shattered the slight silence of the frozen lake. On the wooden walls of Snow Wolf Castle, Lord Intel wielded an eighty-pound spiked club, its shadow flashing like lightning.

The heads of the Khorchin soldiers exploded, their brains mixed with snow, splattering all over the battlements.

"Chief! The west wall is in danger!" The boy's cry was torn apart by the wind. Intel turned around and saw flames soaring into the sky from the granary. The firelight illuminated his blood-stained beard and also revealed the fluttering wolf-tooth banner, its red stains intertwined with ice shards, like the grinning of death.

The Hak tribe's horn shattered the heavens, and a rain of arrows swarmed the city walls like locusts. Intel felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder as a bone-piercing arrow grazed his collarbone.

He looked down at the jade pendant given to him by Shi Feiyang. The mutton fat jade was as warm and smooth as ever. His heart was suddenly ignited: "Tell Master Shi, the Lin Dan men are unyielding!" He stuffed the jade pendant into the hands of his clansmen. He swung his club and rushed toward the cloud ladder. With each swing of the club, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The screams of bones breaking and the screams of agony mingled with the north wind and disappeared into the blood-red sunset.

When Princess Gugra led her female army to attack, the west wall had already collapsed.

She drew her bow and nocked an arrow, killing the Khorchin centurion with a single shot. Her moon-white riding attire gradually turned crimson, and the arc of light drawn by her short blade was colder than the cold moonlight.

Wen Hunnie pointed his curved blade directly at her: "Lin Dan, you dare to try and stop me?" Before he finished speaking, the lasso coiled around his neck like a serpent. He swung his blade and cut the rope, but he couldn't avoid the oncoming cold light. Bloodstains bloomed on his cheek, like red plum blossoms in early bloom.

Intel's mace grew heavier, and blood seeped from its seven wounds.

Gazing at the surging reinforcements, he roared and swung his club, sweeping across the battlefield. With the final blow, a bone-piercing arrow pierced his heart.

On his deathbed, he seemed to see Shi Feiyang walking through the snow, his black outfit fluttering like the dawn.

The north wind whipped up snow, like thousands of silver needles piercing through the air, and the ruins of Snow Wolf Fortress creaked and groaned.

The Khorchin wolf-tooth banner was finally planted on the city wall, bloodstains and ice crystals congealed, outlining a desolate dark red picture under the moonlight.

At the edge of the snowfield, a plume of dust rushed by—that was Shi Feiyang, wielding the Hundred Victories Blade, to continue writing a new chapter in this epic tale of ice and snow.

The north wind whipped up snow grains like sand, making the crumbling walls of Snow Wolf Castle creak and groan.

Shi Feiyang carried Shi Xiong on his back, shattering the icicles scattered on the ground. His black martial attire billowed like sails in the gale, and each step he took created a deep crater the size of a bowl in the snow, demonstrating his powerful inner strength.

"Kill!" Turghut, the number one warrior of Khorchin, roared, his voice booming like a bell, causing the surrounding snow to fall in a flurry.

The nine-ringed broadsword in his hand weighed a full eighty pounds, and he wielded it with great force, slashing through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.

Before the blade even arrived, the fierce wind from the blade had already swirled the snow within three zhang into a snow mist, its momentum so fierce that it seemed to want to shred the person in front of it, skin and bones.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the broken wall with his toes, and using the wall's recoil, he grabbed Shi Xiong and dodged to the side. His movements were fluid and graceful, showcasing his unparalleled lightness skill.

He slashed diagonally with the edge of his palm, unleashing the "Intercepting the River" move from the "Hundred Victories Knife Technique".

This move, though seemingly casual, actually contains hidden secrets and is the essence of his years of studying swordsmanship.

The palm strike whistled out, like an invisible blade, colliding violently with Turghut's nine-ringed broadsword. In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, the bursts of fire particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the white snow.

Tuerhut felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, which made his hand go numb and blood seep out instantly.

He was shocked and tried to withdraw his broadsword, but it was too late. Under the pressure of the powerful palm strike, the nine-ringed broadsword crashed to the ground with a clang, carving a half-foot-deep furrow in the snow, its blade deeply embedded in the ice.

Turghut staggered back a few steps, trying to regain his footing, only to see Shi Feiyang approach like a ghost. Shi Feiyang's palms flashed like lightning, a layer of dazzling golden light emanating from them, the enhancement of the Mingyu Gong's "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison".

He unleashed the "Mountain Shattering Strike" from the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique," his palm strikes landing heavily on Turghut's chest.

"Pfft!" Turghut coughed up blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a stone wall in the distance.

With a deafening crash, the stone wall was dented in the shape of a human, and rubble rained down. Turghut lay on the snow, struggling to get up, only to find that all his bones were shattered, and he couldn't move a single finger. His eyes widened in terror and resentment as he watched Shi Feiyang approach step by step, wanting to beg for mercy, but only managing muffled whimpers.

Shi Feiyang stood before Tuerhut, his eyes as cold as frost. He slowly raised his palm, the golden light in it growing ever brighter. "In your next life, don't be an accomplice to evil again." Before his words were finished, his hand slashed down like a knife.

A golden blade flashed, and Turghut's head flew off his body in an instant. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining a large patch of white snow red. His body lay on the snow, his eyes wide open, his expression one of terror until death. This scene unfolded in the blink of an eye; the surrounding Khorchin soldiers hadn't even had time to react before their foremost warrior was dead.

The sapphire pendant on the forehead of Prince Wenhunnie of Khorchin swayed violently with his panting breath, and his gold-inlaid scimitar drew a cold arc: "Today I will let you, a traitor from the Central Plains, stain the grassland with blood!" Before he finished speaking, the spears of eight guards had already formed an impenetrable spear formation, the cold light of the spearheads reflecting the sinister look in his eyes.

Shi Feiyang shielded Shi Xiong behind the stone mill, his black martial arts attire fluttering in the wind: "Watch closely, this is the 'Cloud-Breaking Style' of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, specially designed to slay you vicious wolves who invade other people's territory." He touched the ground with his toes, his figure turning into a blur as he swept across the snow, leaving not even a footprint.

With his left palm, he unleashed a torrent of "Slaying the Mortal World." As his palm slightly concave, a chilling wind grazed the guard's shield, and the elm wood shield, wrapped in three layers of cowhide, was shaved off by half an inch as if it were tofu, revealing the rolled-up fibers inside.

His right palm followed immediately with a powerful strike, "Severing the Edge of Heaven," the palm shadow carrying the force of a tidal wave as it slammed heavily against the edge of the shield. The guard, shield and all, was sent flying backward, his back slamming against the city wall with a dull thud, brick fragments mixed with blood raining down.

The remaining seven men's expressions changed drastically. Before the gun formation could be closed, Shi Feiyang had already moved in, and amidst the flashing palms, screams of agony rose and fell.

Wen Hunnie's pupils contracted sharply, and his scimitar drew out seven cold lights, which was the "Seven Forms of the Heavenly Wolf," a secret martial arts technique passed down in the grasslands.

The blade flashed like lightning, and the first move, "Heavenly Wolf Devouring the Moon," aimed straight for Shi Feiyang's throat. The sound of the blade cutting through the air was as piercing as a wolf's howl.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, circulating his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison," and the white mist rising around him condensed into ice crystals in the wind and snow. Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Moon Slash" move! His palms spun like wheels, and three-foot-long golden blade light condensed at the edges of his palms.

This move is the essence of the nine moves and thirty-six styles of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," containing the power to create heaven and earth.

The moment the golden blade clashed with the scimitar, the air emitted a piercing shriek, and the sparks instantly vaporized the surrounding snow into white mist.

Wen Hunnie felt a numbness in his hand, and cracks spread across the scimitar like a spider web. With a crisp "crack", the gem-encrusted scimitar shattered inch by inch.

The sharp blade grazed Wen Hunnie's cheek, and drops of blood splattered onto the pristine snow.

He staggered backward, his boots shattering the frozen blood ice with a crisp cracking sound. Before he could regain his footing, Shi Feiyang had already approached like a ghost, his palm gleaming with an icy blue light—it was the Mingyu Skill "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison".

"Die!" Shi Feiyang's palm was like a sharp blade, unleashing the ultimate move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Heaven and Earth Live Together." Wherever the palm wind passed, the air twisted into a vortex, and Wen Hunnie felt his blood freeze. He wanted to shout, but the shockwave shattered his throat bones. A golden blade light flashed, and his head flew high into the air, the jet of blood spurting from his neck freezing into icicles in the cold wind.

The Khorchin soldiers stared at the prince's headless corpse and let out horrified cries.

Shi Feiyang stood amidst the pool of blood, the golden aura emanating from his body still lingering, resembling a demon from hell, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Wenhunnie's headless corpse crashed to the ground, the war drums of the Khorchin tribe stopped abruptly, and only the north wind swept across the desolate battlefield, carrying the remaining snow.

Shi Feiyang shook off the blood beads from his palm. His black martial arts outfit fluttered in the raging snow. As the Mingyu Gong circulated, fine ice crystals condensed all over his body—a sign that the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison" was operating at its peak.

"Who dares to come?" His voice boomed, making the copper rings of the Khorchin banner in the distance vibrate.

Before the words were finished, three swift horses galloped in, breaking through the icy river. The old man in the middle had snow-white hair, and the ruby ​​at the top of his wolf-head staff gleamed with an eerie light. "Young man from the Central Plains, do you recognize me, 'Bloodhand Witch King'?"

As the old man chuckled sinisterly, his wolf-headed staff suddenly spewed out a foul-smelling black mist, instantly turning the snow into poisonous water wherever it passed.

Shi Feiyang leaped backwards for three zhang with his toes touching the ground, and suddenly pulled out a bronze incense burner from the deerskin bag at his waist, which was invisible to ordinary people.

This was the "Nine Yang Cauldron," a supreme treasure for suppressing demons bestowed upon him by the Divine Dragon Pagoda. The eight trigram patterns on the cauldron shimmered with golden light, absorbing all the poisonous mist.

"A mere trick! You ancient desert bandits, how could you possibly understand the profound and extensive culture of the Central Plains? Humph!" Shi Feiyang spun around and flung the lid of the cauldron, which transformed into a golden flying wheel and soared into the sky.

Bloodhand Witch King hastily raised his staff to block, only to see the wolf-headed staff charred black inch by inch under the pure yang power of the Nine Yang Cauldron, with molten metal dripping down the staff, causing him to scream in agony.

At this moment, the last elite force of the Khorchin tribe, the "Azure Wolf Guard," formed a cone-shaped battle formation and charged forward.

A hundred riders, their iron armor wrapped in animal hides, their hooves bound with sharp icicles, sent ice shards flying wherever they went.

Shi Feiyang threw the Nine Yang Cauldron into the air and unleashed a move from the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique" called "Heaven and Earth in Silence" with both palms.

Golden blade light swept across the snowfield like a tide, condensing into nine enormous blade shadows in the void.

"Break!" Nine blade shadows crashed down, the Canglang Guard's spears snapped like withered branches, and his iron armor was shattered into pieces.

Amid screams, the warhorse reared up, its forelegs dangling in mid-air before being severed at the waist. Blood mixed with bits of flesh rained down, carpeting the snow with crimson. Shi Feiyang charged forward through the blood-soaked rain, each swing of his palm pulverizing enemies, armor and all.

When the leader of the Khorchin tribe, Keerza, saw his son being killed by Shi Feiyang, he cried out and fled in a sorry state, surrounded by his personal guards.

Suddenly, a golden blade of light appeared in the snow and mist ahead.

Shi Feiyang appeared like a ghost, his palm displaying the blood-red patterns of "The Eighteen Levels of Hell of the Limitless Asura": "Kerza, you dared to offend my Lindan tribe, you certainly didn't expect this day to be your doom. Hmph! Today, I, Shi, will take your dog's head and rid the grasslands of this scourge!"

As soon as Kerrza drew his scimitar, he felt an irresistible force pressing down on him, pinning him to the snow, the sound of his bones shattering clearly audible.

When Shi Feiyang's palm pressed against Keerza's skull, the entire snowfield suddenly fell into dead silence.

With a muffled thud, Kerza's head exploded like a watermelon, his brains splattering onto the Khorchin banner behind him, staining the wolf head totem a bizarre red and white. Shi Feiyang wiped the blood from his hands, gazing at the fleeing remnants of the Khorchin army, his voice echoing across the land: "Anyone who dares to invade my Lindan tribe again will suffer the same fate!" Shi Feiyang turned to look at Shi Xiong, the young man's hand still trembling as he gripped the White Rainbow Sword, yet his eyes couldn't conceal the burning adoration in them.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, gradually burying the corpses scattered on the ground. Only the golden blade light flowing around Shi Feiyang stood like an immortal monument on this blood-red snowfield.

The self-proclaimed formidable "Three Black Winds" of Khorchin were still recklessly fighting against Princess Gugra. Although Princess Gugra's "Bai Family Knife Technique" was extremely skillful, she was outnumbered and gradually forced into a corner.

The eldest brother's chain hammer crashed down with a thunderous roar, the second brother's tiger-head double hooks locked onto his throat, and the third brother hurled a bone-piercing nail from a hundred paces away. As Princess Gugra swung her short blade, her sleeve was already torn, revealing a bleeding wound.

Shi Feiyang's eyes narrowed, and he used his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill to reach her in a few leaps.

He slightly curved his palm, secretly channeling the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison" technique of the Mingyu Skill. The seemingly light palm strike actually contained the extremely cold, millennia-old Xuanbing internal energy. The iron chain hammer collided with the palm's force, instantly forming ice patterns before shattering into countless iron filings with a "crack."

Black Wind Boss's wrist twisted at an eerie angle, and he screamed as he knelt on one knee.

"Catch!" Shi Feiyang threw the dagger that everyone was talking about. Princess Gugra spun around and caught it. The short blade drew a beautiful arc and forced back the second brother's double hooks.

The third brother's bone-piercing nail struck again, and Shi Feiyang crossed his palms and unleashed the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claw" from the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique".

The palm wind condensed into a wall, and the bone-piercing nails struck it, making a crisp clanging sound, and were all bounced back.

One of the bullets pierced the eye socket of a Khorchin soldier, who screamed and fell to the ground, scratching his blood-covered face with both hands.

At this moment, Khorchin leader Kerza, unwilling to accept his son's death, charged forward on his Akhal-Teke horse, his spear still dripping with the blood of Lindan warriors. "Shi Feiyang! Today I'll make you pay for your blood debt!" he roared, hurling his spear, the red tassel on its tip fluttering like flames in the wind and snow.

Shi Feiyang unleashed a double palm strike, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," "Longevity of Heaven and Earth."

The golden blade light collided with the spear, and the resulting shockwave sent the surrounding soldiers staggering.

Keerza and his horse were thrown back several feet, the horse's front hooves buckling to the ground, foaming at the mouth. Keerza fell from his horse, and Shi Xiong, gripping the White Rainbow Sword, leaped forward and slashed down with his sword, separating Keerza's head from his body, the blood staining the snow.

This battle deterred the Khorchin tribe from attacking the Lindan tribe for thirty years.

Each time Shi Feiyang struck out with his palm, a halo of different colors would appear in his palm—sometimes as dark blue as ice, sometimes as golden as the blazing sun. Wherever the palm wind reached, the snow either condensed into sharp ice shards or evaporated into white mist.

On the vast snow-covered ground, severed limbs and fragments of weapons were scattered everywhere, and blood stained the white snow dark red, gradually congealing in the fierce wind.

"My husband!" Princess Gugra cried, tears welling in her eyes, the short blade in her hand still dripping blood.

Shi Feiyang had no time to respond, because a sinister copper bell suddenly rang out from the depths of the snowfield.

A cloud of black mist, accompanied by a foul wind, swept in, and three figures emerged from the mist—the one in the center was dressed in a black robe, his bare feet stepping on a long rope made of white bones, and as he opened and closed the white bone fan in his hand, countless skulls that glowed with an eerie light floated out.

"A Central Plains warrior dares to meddle in the affairs of the grasslands?" The black-robed man's voice was as hoarse as a night owl's. With a light wave of his white bone fan, skulls shot towards Shi Feiyang like arrows. Ghostly blue flames flickered in the eye sockets of these skulls, and wherever they passed, the air emitted a teeth-grinding shriek.

Shi Feiyang's eyes sharpened, and he instantly activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison," his body radiating icy energy, and spiderweb-like ice patterns instantly condensed on the ground. He unleashed the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws" from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," his palms leaping like fish out of the river, drawing two arc-shaped blade beams.

The golden blade of light collided with the skull, unleashing a piercing cracking sound. The ghostly blue flames were scattered by the blade's energy, turning into specks of light that dissipated in the wind and snow.

Behind the man in black robes, two men in gray robes suddenly sprang to life. The one on the left wielded a chain mace wrapped with a jet-black chain, the ends of which were adorned with sharp barbs; the one on the right brandished a pair of judge's pens, the tips of which glowed with an eerie purple light.

The two worked in perfect harmony; the chain hammer swept across to seal his lower body, while the judge aimed straight for his throat—the moves were incredibly ruthless.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and soared into the air like a hawk.

He spun 360 degrees in the air and used the "Cloud-Breaking Strike" from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique". The palm wind he struck created a golden vortex, completely neutralizing the attacks of the chain hammer and the judge's pen.

The powerful, icy shockwave forced the two men in gray to retreat, their weapons nearly slipping from their grasp.

Upon seeing this, the man in black robes laughed loudly, and the black mist around him suddenly surged, enveloping an area of ​​ten feet in radius.

Within the black mist, a three-headed, six-armed demonic figure faintly emerged, each hand wielding a different weapon—a spiked club, a giant axe, and a longsword—radiating a terrifying aura.

"Boy, taste the power of my 'Netherworld Demon Art'!" the demonic figure roared, and six weapons attacked Shi Feiyang simultaneously.

Shi Feiyang's expression was solemn. He activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Limitless Asura's Human Purgatory," and a dazzling golden light rose from his body, forcing the black mist back a bit. He spun his palms like wheels, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Heaven and Earth Live Together."

The golden blade of light collided with the demonic shadow's weapon, unleashing a deafening roar.

Wherever the blast wave passed, it carved deep furrows into the ground, and snow flew everywhere.

In the midst of the fierce clash, Shi Feiyang suddenly discovered the Demon Shadow's weakness—a faint, blood-red pattern between its brows.

He seized the fleeting opening, gathering all his inner strength in his palm, and unleashed a mysterious move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" never before used: "Severing Cause and Effect with a Single Blade." A dazzling golden blade light flashed, the demonic shadow let out a shrill scream, its brow pierced, and the black mist receded like a tide.

The man in black robes revealed himself, his face ashen white, black blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Shi Feiyang in disbelief: "Impossible... How could my 'Netherworld Demon Art'..." Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The setting sun, like weeping blood, dyed the vast snowfield a dark red, as if heaven and earth were mourning this fierce battle.

Shi Feiyang stood with his palms closed. The sweat seeping from beneath his dark, tight-fitting clothes had already condensed into frost flowers by the biting wind, outlining silvery patterns in the folds of his garments. He gazed at the devastation before him. Corpses lay scattered across the vast grassland, broken spears and halberds embedded deep in the snow, the frozen blood gleaming coldly in the twilight. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly involuntarily. The brutality of this fierce battle made even someone as accustomed to death as him tremble slightly.

Suddenly, a sob pierced the stench of the wind, carrying the desolation unique to the grasslands and the lingering tenderness of the misty rain of Jiangnan. "My husband!" The voice was filled with endless longing and worry. Princess Gugra's moon-white cloak fluttered wildly, like shattered clouds churning in the wind.

The silver ornaments in her hair jingled with her hurried footsteps, each sound like a note of longing. Her young son, Ba Qianqiu, clutched her clothes, his big, dark eyes curiously looking around, his rosy face still bearing traces of tears.

The moment Shi Feiyang turned around, Gugra had already thrown herself into his arms. Two years had passed since they last met, and her eyes were still as clear as melting snow from the Tianshan Mountains, but now they were veiled with tears, as if the frost and snow of the entire snowfield had turned into the sorrow in her eyes.

"I thought... I would never see you again..." Her voice trembled, and warm tears streamed down Shi Feiyang's collar, leaving dark stains on his black outfit.

Gugra's fingers gripped his clothes tightly, like a drowning person clinging to the last piece of driftwood, afraid that if she let go, he would disappear from her sight. The scent of snow-covered pine resin mixed with the stench of blood emanating from her was more chilling than the most precious ambergris in Jiangnan.

Ba Qianqiu, who was in his arms, suddenly giggled and patted Shi Feiyang's blood-stained cheek with her chubby little hand.
The crisp sound startled several crows in the distance into flight.

“For the past two years, I’ve been counting stars every night, waiting for you.” Gugra’s azure eyes were brimming with tears, and tiny ice crystals clung to his eyelashes, sparkling like diamonds in the sunset. “Even the first word Qianqiu learned was ‘Father’ in the Central Plains dialect…”

She looked down at the child in her arms, her eyes filled with tenderness and pride. "He's only a year and a half old, but he's incredibly smart. He shows off the sword techniques you taught me to everyone he meets." As she spoke, she gently stroked her son's little face, her eyes full of affection.

Shi Feiyang's heart softened, and he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "You've suffered." He looked down at Ba Qianqiu, who was staring curiously at the golden blade light that had not yet dissipated in his palm with her big eyes, and even stretched out her fingers to touch it, looking extremely cute.

(End of this chapter)